“Once upon a time, we fought demons together.Now we are older, wiser.We give our demons different names.And no names at all.

This is not a story about growing up.It is a story about thinking you had grown up already.And finding it wasn’t that simple after all.”

Hopeless, Maine, Inheritance felt a lot like a dream. It pulled me into its world greedily, keeping me under its quirky, fascinating spell until I reached the last page and beyond. The style of storytelling was most intriguing. The pictures, the amazing little details, the mood like a nameless shadow rising from the pages often overtook the role of the words where those left off, connecting the scenes and revealing more than the writing alone would have been capable of.

There is a beautiful sadness leaking from the book, resonating the loss of love, as those close to…